I get my lovin' on the run
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For teh smexy pirate ;D 300+



The clan member was still keeping a low-profile in the city. Sooner or later she'd need to return up north, but right now she was happy not having to worry about the problems back in Inferni. Hopefully by the time she returned Gabriel will have talked to Kaena about Vieira and things might be more chilled out and less fucked up. Retreating for a while had definitely been her best plan of action though. When she had left initially she had nearly been ready to head back to The Haight and say that this whole idea had been stupid. Now she had had time to cool down though and she was almost ready to go back and give it another go. For a while though, Rikka had a feeling this might be a bit of a cycle. She'd go home, butt heads up against something or someone, and need to leave to get chill again. If that was what she needed to do to stick around though, then she'd do it.



The shifted hybrid walked without purpose down the cracked streets of the city, taking in the sites and looking for buildings that could hold things she needed. She still needed to find blankets to help keep her cave warm during the fast approaching winter. Maybe if she were lucky she'd even find a nice, big comforter. That would be groovy. Speaking of groovy, she wondered if she could find the materials to do some tie-dying. The de le Poer wanted to bring some color to her drab dwelling back in Inferni and some tie-dyed sheets would be just the ticket.



Rikka came to a halt, looking around to see if she could catch sight of anywhere that might hold what she was looking for. Hell, all these human buildings looked the same more or less. How very unhelpful. Fingers drummed against the strap of her bag as she tried to decide what she should do or what building she should try to look in first.

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It was another typical afternoon in the city for Rurik Russo. His children were at home, busied with whatever it was they occupied their days with. Rurik was sad that they were drifting apart more steadily here, but he had his own things to attend to, as did they. He wasn't a helicopter parent and he wasn't about to restrict their creativity any; the silver-furred werewolf would let them develop and grow as adolescents should. If that meant Silas wanted to hang out with coyotes for a while and learned how the other half lived, it was fine by Rurik—his son was in careful, capable hands with Gabriel at the helm of the coyote clan. Gabriel would not allow anything bad to happen to the son of a friend, not after the golden-furred hybrid had lamented his concerns about his own children to the Russian wolf some weeks before.


The silvery werewolf trotted easily down the street, his nails clicking rhythmically as he walked. This city was steadily becoming more familiar for the Russian. It would take him some weeks before he was as proficient with this Halifax place as he was in the former city, but it would come to him in time. Even now he had taught himself tiny landmarks to help himself get around—from virtually anywhere in the city the high-rise towers were visible, and as the tallest buildings marked the center of the city, it was easy to use them as navigation, something the Russo was quite adept at. He was able to cross the Atlantic using only the stars to guide him. A city was slightly harder, with its twists and turns and occasionally completely nonsensical turns, but Rurik managed.


He hadn't gotten lost in quite a few days, and now he was thoroughly confused, having taken one wrong turn or another. His head to the sky, he was busily contemplating his own position in the city when he very nearly bumped into the back of a tawny-furred werewolf. Her short, very straight hair dangling around her head and shifted slightly with the cool winter breeze. From her scent, the Russian werewolf identified Inferni—and Gabriel! He grinned broadly and cleared his throat to speak, hoping not to startle her. He was still some feet away, but she hadn't turned around at the noise of his approach, and Rurik was not intending on scaring up a friend of Gabriel's. "Hallo, Miss?" he asked. "You need help with somethin'?"




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As her golden Lykoi eyes took in the sight of all the gray and crumbling buildings Rikka couldn’t help but wonder why the humans had wanted to live in such a monochromatic and somewhat intimidating setting. The buildings spanned higher than the trees and nearly blotted out the sun when it wasn’t in its noontime position. No wonder the reclamation of these lands by nature was moving so slowly, the plants could barely get enough light to survive. Also why they would want to be shoved into the little boxes known as apartments to spend most of their time was beyond her. There was a great, wide, beautiful world out there waiting for them if they had just gone to embrace it. Maybe that was why they had fallen though. They had neglected Mother Earth and workings of the universe had brought the once proud race to their knees for their misdeeds. The humans had done good things, but they had scarred the earth badly. It was better that they were now gone.



Her mind often ran away with her when she got into these circles of thought and her senses to the outside world seemed to shut down. This was why she hadn’t heard the approach of another and hadn’t sensed their presence. The hippie hybrid was so lost in the pools of her mind that she couldn’t be bothered with anything else. She had developed such a habit in the commune though she probably needed to learn to control it a bit better here. After all, two people had told her the city could be a dangerous place and yet here she was standing right out in the open and completely oblivious.



When her ears finally caught the noise of someone clearing their throat she turned her head to looked behind her and found the (rather handsome) form of a wolf behind her. At his query a somewhat devious smile came to her lips and she thought of some ways to respond that were probably not what he would expect. It had been a while since she had seen someone who so immediately caught her eye. Still, she reminded herself that this was not The Haight and so she would be better served to not risk scaring him off. “Mmmm, mostly just wandering around. I do need to find some blankets and such at some point though.” The rest of her body followed her head to finally face him full on. “Is there a name to go with that handsome face of your’s?” she asked flirtatiously, eyes half veiled by her lashes.

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It was not as if Rurik was completely ignorant to the wonders of nature. Growing up he'd spent most of his time roaming the forests and steppes surrounding Sobirat'sya, running around in his four-legged form. He was consistently jealous of his elder brothers' ability to shift, and truth be told, of his own litter, Rurik was among the last to shift. After that moment, however, the silver-furred werewolf had really only returned to his Lupus form a handful of times, finding it generally more comfortable to be in his Optime form. It was much the same with the rest of his family—sure, they sometimes took a jaunt out in the woods as a real wolf, but such instances were few and far between, as the Russos were generally more civilized folk. That did not mean to say they did not have their wild parties—certainly, their great dining hall (which was really a sort of converted ballroom) had been filled with loud laughter and drunken revelry plenty of times before.


In comparison to these more feral folk, however, Rurik and his family were a rather sophisticated bunch in many instances—though the Russian did take note that even these canines were adopting more "human" ways of life. Strel had dyed his fur and worn different sorts of jewelery, professing a skill at sewing. The Russian smiled faintly as he thought of the Miracles wolf; he had been a kind soul and something of a kindred soul, thus far the only person Rurik had shared his bisexual tendencies aloud with. For sure, he'd shared them with other men, but that was not so much admitting aloud as engaging in sexual activity. Strangely enough, Rurik found it harder to verbalize his sexuality than act on it—or maybe not. The werewolf had always been something of a hedonist, and he pursued pleasure above all else. Maybe in the end, it simply didn't matter where the Russian got his from.


The stranger spoke, a light and airy voice responding to his question. Even from the back, the Russo was pretty damn sure he was going to like this she-wolf—her fur was a lovely shade of pale gold, gradually shifting into silver and darker grays in some places along her back. What he could see of her hair was cropped short and worn very, very straight, and as luck would have it and the woman turned around, her front was just as pretty as he'd imagined it. There was a strange sort of familiarity to her features, some tapering to her muzzle and slight enlargement of her ears that the silver-furred werewolf could barely recognize, but those kinds of intuitive thoughts were blown away by the larger impression, which was simply: whoa.


For once in his life, Rurik was rather bowled over. He could hardly remember his own question, and she'd called him handsome. He felt like a dumb, gangly teenager again, the slow smile spreading across his face. "Well, I'm Rurik Russo," the werewolf spoke, that same lazy grin plastered across his muzzle now. "If you're lookin' for company on your search I'd be glad to accompany you... 'course I'll have to know what to call such a pretty little flower, too," the werewolf said, flirting right back. What luck? He was getting on in years now; pretty things like this wouldn't keep heading his way forever.



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SoSuWriMo 461



Despite her preference for wide open spaces Rikka was often found in her shifted form. Part of the reason is whenever she went anywhere she often took her satchel with her and it was a lot harder to carry it in her four legged form. Also almost all of the canines in the commune had spent most of their time in their optime forms. Before joining up there she had spent about an equal amount of time in both forms but now the majority of the time she was in the more humanized body. That didn’t mean that she didn’t like her other form though, quite the contrary, she enjoyed the simplicity and freedom of it. Whenever she needed to hunt that was always the form that she chose for that was the way in which Mother Nature intended her to hunt. To her there were appropriate situations for both of the shapes her body could take and she used them accordingly.



The man’s curious accent was interesting and made him all the more intriguing to her. Tall, dark, mysterious, and handsome was a deadly combination and she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands to herself for very long. It made her think back on the brief period of her life that she had spent in France with her father and his new mate. She hadn’t stuck around there long, the situation being slightly awkward and the lifestyle there not being to her liking, but it had been an experience and she couldn’t say she regretted it. This man was obviously a foreigner and she wondered if he hailed from across the Atlantic. So many questions were buzzing through her head, but at the moment they were dulled by other, more bodily desires and curiosities.



The lazy smile that grew on his face after she had spoken almost made her giggle, but for the moment she refrained. Right now she wanted to keep up the sultry energy she had going, wanting to appear as attractive to him as he was to her. As he asked her name in return she slowly sauntered over to him, closing the distance between them until it was very, very small. Tilting her head up to look at him, the edges of her smile curled higher. “Well Rurik, I would be a fool to refuse such an offer.” Though right now thoughts of gathering blankets were far from her mind. “As for what to call me…where I was before here people called me Sunflower. Here they call me Rikka de le Poer. You can call me whatever suits your fancy.” Boy, she was really laying it on thick, but it had been a long time since she had been so interested in someone.

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Word Count: 435 HEY COOL I GOT AN EXTRA WORD OUT OF MY DUMBASS MISTAKE LOLOL. XD


Rurik was comfortable in wilderness or in the hustle and bustle of the city. Either way, he did not mind—the key thing where the silver-furred Russo was concerned was to keep on the move. He simply did not like to settle in one place for very long; it bored him to see the same faces and the same streets over and over again after a while, and before long the wanderlust had a full grip in him. It was amazing he'd stuck around to raise his children at all—after the abandonment he'd subjected his elder sons to, one might have thought Rurik was the type to create some other harebrained excuse as to why he couldn't stay around and care for his children. Fatherhood had changed the silvery wolf in some ways, though, and he found himself a calmer, more mellow individual—if such a thing was even possible for Rurik. For the amounts of bud he smoked and the liquor he drank, it was very unlikely he would have turned out as anything other than an utterly mellow canine.


It was quite rare that Rurik came across one so lovely as this who was actually receptive to his advances—most were claimed women, others were simply not interested, and a rare few were outright disgusted by the silvery wolf's tactics. This pale-furred woman did not seem to be either of the latter two, warmth on her sharp golden-gray features. The other canine approached, and Rurik's grin broadened at this, finding the closeness comforting rather than disorienting—he was quick to shake that dumbfounded teenager feeling and regain his usual slick facade. The woman's words rang daintily out onto his ears, accepting his offer for company.


The canine introduced herself, and it was only in their proximity to one another that the canine had begun to scent her actual smell, buried beneath the exotic and spicy smell of that perfume she carried with her. The surname she gave further sparked his memory, and the werewolf looked surprised, and then realization fell over his silver-furred head. Duh. That was where the recognition came in; this was another relative of Gabriel's! The Aquila's family was large indeed; it was only a few weeks ago that he'd encountered Anselm in this very city. "Ah, we say tsvyeti to mean flower in mine first language," he offered, a grin plastered on my face. "You are a relative of Gabriel's?" he asked, considering his first friend rather than his friend's cousin Anselm. "Very pleased to meet you either way," the wolf said, grinning broadly at the lovely woman.


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Lulz XD <3 SoSuWriMo 480



Wanderlust was something that waxed and waned for the lightly hued hybrid. She had wandered a lot over the years, but it was mostly because she had never found any place that she was comfortable staying in. That was until she found the commune and became a part of its community. It had been everything Rikka had wanted and had been searching for and once she set her bag down there quickly roots were established and she felt the need to wander no more. She had been content in The Haight for a long while until the itch to be around her kin had come a calling in her ears so loud that she simply couldn't stay put. So the daughter of Inferni had returned, but not being all that comfortable in her new home she had taken to wandering the city the past few days. It was a tactic to keep herself from running away from the lands all together.



No one could accuse Rikka of being shy and in fact she was holding back a bit. In the commune, if you were interested in someone, no words needed to be spoken. You simply let your actions speak for you. That was the way she was inclined to act, but she knew that for those unaccustomed to such a life that kind of forwardness could be off putting and the last thing she wanted to do was to scare another potential lover away. Her behavior with Mati had been even more muted, the attraction slowly growing as they had spent time together, but the female had run out on her and Rikka had been left to spend the evening alone. She didn't intend to spend this day alone and the ruggedly handsome wolf appeared perfectly receptive to her advances.



His surprised look at her name made her arch a brow for a moment, but when he spoke any questions were quickly forgotten. "Tsvyeti?" she repeated clumsily as a soft laugh bubbled up from her chest. "I like it." Even if she hadn't had a clue what it meant she would have liked it. Rikka had never had such an exotic pet name before. When Rurik asked of her family ties she paused for a moment, considering how to respond. Clearly he knew her brother and she worried for a moment that if she said who she was he would cease their flirtations out of respect for Gabriel. Though lying was more unbecoming. "I am. His sister, actually." As the words left her mouth one of her hands reached out to rest gently on his stomach. "Mmm, and I'm very pleased to meet you as well, Rurik." Her muzzle lifted to his and she touched his nose with her's ever so slightly. The woman was tiring of words and wanted to find out how serious he was about this dalliance.

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The silvery hybrid was rather open when it came to women; sensuality and sex came rather natural to him. Rurik had been an early starter; he'd learned the ways of the body and pleasure quite young. He couldn't remember when, exactly, but when he was still but a boy he'd exchanged kisses and caresses alike, awkward little things that made him nervous and his heart race. This was similar; the werewolf found there was a flutter in his chest and a general sense of nervousness here—Rikka was something new, something exciting, and Rurik rarely reacted in this way to women. There were many he'd seen and many more he'd known, though he was hardly the type to boast about it. Rurik did not go after women as "conquests" as some men did; that was disrespectful toward the women. He pursued them for his pleasure and their own.


The woman questioned the word and Rurik cracked a smile, looking to the ground. It was winter; there was no flowers sprouting from the earth to place in her hair. The Russian looked back to the golden-furred woman's face, still smiling. "It means flower," he said rather gently. The Russian wolf listened as the other canine explained her connection to Gabriel; he was quite glad that she was not a daughter of his. Rurik would have felt quite a bit weird about that, but he thought that he and Gabriel were close enough in age. It occurred to him that Rikka might not be his littermate, and he glanced at her once more, giving her a sidelong sort of glance. "Sheeet, same litter? Couldn't be," The werewolf lifted an eyebrow, his grin suggestive and inquisitive all at once. He would have believed Rikka if she said she was Gabriel's daughter or his years-younger sister.


Rurik was glad he'd done nothing thus far to countervail his progress with this woman; he was not usually so nervous, but she was very pretty and he was slightly nervous. Now she was even touching him, a light hand against his belly, and he practically swooned at it. "Today would be a pretty good day to be in the city," he said with a grin. "Ain't every day pretty girls come fallin' into your lap," he added. Oh, jeez. She was really moving close now, the tips of their coal noses touching. Without thinking, the Russian werewolf quickly planted his lips on hers, still nervous—through all her clear signals he was intensely afraid of screwing this up somehow and losing her favor quite quickly.


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SoSuWriMo 518



Rikka hadn't always been so open and free when it came to sex. In fact it was a bit of a newer development that had only come to be when she had joined up with the other hippies in The Haight. She hadn't been a prude before, but she also had not been so forward in her desires. Living in the commune had made any and all reservations when it came to such liaisons melt away though and she was not about to revert back to the way she had been before. Now that her eyes and mind had been opened she didn't see why people were so stuffy about sex and their own bodies. It was one of life's fundamental experiences and it was filled with beauty and passion. To shy away from it and to be embarrassed by it was simply ludicrous to her now. Rikka was all about embracing life and there was no better way to embrace it than to make love with another.



It really was a shame that it was winter and there were no flowers to be seen. In the commune they had often braided flowers in one another's hair, exulting in the beauty of Mother Nature. When comparing her looks to a flower she was flattered, but she did not think that the comparison extended to her being. Flowers, gorgeous as they were, were fragile and could not withstand much. Rikka did not think of herself as weak. Gentle yes, but not weak. She was hardy and she could survive, even in the dark of winter. Rurik only knew her by looks though, and so she of course took no offense to the name he had bestowed upon her. "Well, I'm a flower that can survive all year round," she said jokingly, eyelashes batting. Gabriel certainly was aged by battle and hardships and she could see where he would be suspicious of them being the same age. She was lucky to have avoided the trials her brother had faced. "The very same. I've lived a gentler life than he has." It wasn't meant as a degradation of her sibling's life, just a statement of a simple fact.



She could pick up on his slight nervousness, but honestly the Russian had nothing to be concerned about. Rikka was not easily turned off or offended and there was absolutely nothing about him that she found unattractive. He called her to him like a moth to a flame, the magnetism undeniable. As he spoke again she grinned up at him, eyes smoldering. "Not every day you meet a girl like me." At least not in these lands. Now that their proximity was so very close she was glad that he acted on his impulses and kissed her. A soft, satisfied hum rumbled in her throat as she pressed her lips against his and hand moved up to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his sable mane. Every nerve in her body was coming to life like fire and as far as she was concerned there was no going back now.

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K GOING TO READ THIS POST V V V V V CAREFULLY XD


There was once a time when Rurik Russo believed in pledging his heart to but one person; that person had smashed his heart to pieces with her apparent infidelity (though that was later proven untrue) and her disappearance. He still wondered what had ever happened to Kiska, even if he knew things between them simply were not meant to be. Since her, the silver-furred werewolf loathed to put himself in a position of commitment; perhaps that was why he had balked at Phasma. He was too afraid she would simply disappear on him, too, leaving his heart broken to bits once more. Maybe that was why he'd run—either that, or deep down, Rurik was just a player and an asshole. He didn't think of himself that way, and he certainly didn't objectify the women—and men—he chose to play with, but perhaps it might be viewed that way.


Rurik had hardly paused to contemplate the nature of his analogy, else he certainly might have reconsidered. For all her prettiness Rikka certainly didn't evince weakness or the liability to wilt within a few weeks; there was the same inner strength in her that existed in Gabriel, and the Russian werewolf could certainly admire that. He grinned broadly at her jesting, and gave her a rather sly look. "Oh yeah. Just as pretty year-round, too," he said, knowing this to be factual even if he'd never seen her summer coat. The werewolf nodded at the man's statement regarding Gabriel; he knew the golden-furred man hadn't exactly had it easy throughout his life. "Could've pegged you for a daughter," he remarked quietly, his blue eyes still searching her face.


Her statement couldn't be more truthful; Rurik was not used to women being quite so forward, but damn, he liked it. It was nice to play with the shy types now and again—Finn had been just such a type, oddly enough, though she oozed confidence in areas other than sex—but it was very good to be advanced on for a change. It reminded the werewolf that he still had something others found desirous, and that made him feel good. The kiss didn't feel half bad, either, and the silver-furred wolf tilted his head into it, his tongue flicking against her lips, his hands reaching forward to run over the curves of her body, coming to rest on her hips for a moment. He tugged her forward a bit, murmuring his own satisfaction to match hers.



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lol XD <3 300+



Rikka had also once believed in pledging herself to a single man, but that belief had been more or less shattered with her mate's own infidelity. Without knowing it the two had suffered similar strikes to the heart, even if Rurik's had been false that did not make the feeling of betrayal any less potent. Living as she did now protected her from suffering such a thing again. She loved all those she engaged with in a way, she simply just did not give her heart away to anyone. It was her's alone now, and she intended to keep it that way. Knowing heartache, the woman was careful to sense her same kind of playfulness in her partners. She did not want to hurt anyone if they mistakenly thought that she were their's. Rikka was everyone's and no one's. She was free to enjoy herself and that was how she liked it.



There was no need for Rurik to need to retract the pet name he had given her. After all, she had told him that she had been dubbed Sunflower in her last home and she had not taken offense to the title there. Her coat reflected the color of that certain flower and she shared it's exult of the sun and warmth. There had been whole days she had simply spent laying in the grass and staring into the sky, watching how it changed throughout the day. She laughed coyly at his compliment, her own gaze matching his slyness. "Mmmm, perhaps." Rikka lacked no self confidence, but she was not full of herself and humbleness was a virtue. Nor was she vain, but it was a lovely notion, nonetheless. It was amusing that he said he could have mistaken her for a daughter of Gabriel's. The idea was preposterous to her, though she knew it was only another compliment coming from the attractive Russian wolf.



Life was too short and too precious to wait around on the whims of others she had discovered. If you wanted something you should not shy away and wait for someone else to act, but to go forth and try and gain what you desired. Life did not wait for social decorum, it did not care for such practices. Carpe diem as the Romans had said. She supposed some men could be put off by her attitude, but thankfully Rurik did not seem to be one of those men. He also clearly knew how to kiss a woman. Rikka's lips parted and her own tongue slipped out to tease his as her body relished the appreciative roaming of his hands. If her lips hadn't been otherwise occupied she would have grinned wolfishly as he tugged her body closer. The hand not wrapped up in his hair moved to explore his own muscular form, her fingers running down his back.

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NO SCREW-UPS FOR SIEEEE... hopefully XD;


Well, this was a rather fast jump from coquetry to action—not that Rurik was complaining at all. The silver-furred Russian enjoyed an outspoken, forward woman just as much as he liked the quiet, submissive types, and in general, he was a big fan of both types. The tawny-furred woman was quite pretty, and he wasn't about to hesitate for a chance to wriggle closer to her. The idea that she was Gabriel's sister hardly gave him paused; she was an adult woman, clearly, and she could make her own decisions about what she chose to do in life. Of course, applying the same logic to his own daughter would have made him uncomfortable, even if she was a year and four months of age. He didn't know if he'd ever view her as anything other than his little girl, but he didn't want to ruin her by turning her into a prissy sort.


An appreciative noise escaped the werewolf's throat at the feeling of her nails against his scalp, his bright blue eyes half-lidded as he tilted his head into her kiss. Her tongue was playful against his, teasing playfully along his lips. He met her tongue with his own in earnest, still making rumbling pleasurable noises deep in his throat. His hands slid up her sides and around her shoulders, hovering there for a minute as he tightened his grip to a firmer level, squeezing gently on her. For once in his life he was a little unwilling to push it any further; it was not too often he got to sit back and enjoy the ride, so he figured to enjoy it to the damnedest of his abilities. Her hand slid down his back and caused him to give a little shiver, his lips twisting to form a small smile at his good fortune despite their kiss, finding himself wrapped back up in it just an instant later, her attentions cleanly erasing his thoughts and leaving a certain quietus in his mind, free from active thought and left to utterly enjoy her embrace.


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I don't see none! Big Grin 300+



Sometimes she wasn't quite so sudden to jump from simple conversation and flirts into direct physical action, but her body was yearning for a lover's touch. She had grown used to having such attentions on a regular basis back in The Haight and she had not experienced any since leaving their midst. To make matters worse, she had thought she had found a partner for a night in the wolf girl she had met here in the city but just as things had been heating up for them she had bolted and left Rikka to her own devices. These factors combined in the hybrid wanting nothing more than to explore the pleasures of the body and flesh. There would be plenty of time to get to know the stunning Russo once they had satisfied their mutual desires. Despite being somewhat promiscuous Rikka wasn't the type to shag and leave. She liked to stay with her partners for a time after the act and learn more about them. She was interested in more than just his body, even if that were the more pressing interest at the moment.



The appreciative rumblings from his chest only fueled her desire more. She pressed her body more closely against his, loving the feel of their forms touching. Their tongues danced a fiery tango between their lips and she could feel her heart pick up its pace with the beat. A similar shiver ran up her back as his hands traveled up her sides and shoulders. She was a little surprised that he didn't push things forward, but then it occurred to her that he was rather enjoying her taking the lead. Rikka had no issues with being in the initiator and would gladly play that role in their coupling. Her lips broke away from his as she planted kisses along his strong jawline. "Perhaps we should find someplace more...comfortable? Do you know a place?" she queried before drawing her tongue down his neck. She didn't have a problem doing it out in the open, she had many times, but doing it on soft grass was vastly different than doing it on unforgiving concrete. Rikka didn't want either of their bodies to be subjected to the harsh human terrain.

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O LOOK SIE FAILZ


The silver-furred Russian, too, had been on remarkably good behavior up until his return here—back in Sobirat'sya his time had been occupied by the raising of his children. He hadn't been exactly monogamous with Verusha; it was not as if they were a mated couple, but he hadn't exactly been afforded the time to go running around behind her back with four kids—eventually, three healthy and one sick, and then just three. So it was almost natural for the silver-furred werewolf to go a little crazy now; his kids were older, they could fend for themselves, he didn't have anything to worry about at all. Parenthood had been a didactic experience, to say the least—it had made Rurik more worldly and experienced in many ways.


Her kisses were enough to evoke an warm fire within him, discomfort radiating from his waist as his pants were growing uncomfortably tight. She broke away from his lips to mumble into his ear, he brought his hand up to her hair, lifting a chunk of it to his freed nose and inhaling her unique, exotic scent. He shivered at the light kisses along his neck and grinned at the words, failing to surpress what was practically a purr at her tongue drawing along his neck. It was damn hard to think to his knowledge of the city, damn hard to concentrate to any places he might know of, but he forced his brain to concentrate—it was marvelous what the brain could do once the threat of removing pleasure was applied. “Maybe, maybe—there's a park none too far, about the same distance is an old building with maybe some beds?” he suggested almost breathlessly. He didn't mind either way. Wherever she was more comfortable.


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*clingsto* 300+



If she had known that he was such a caring father then, if possible, the woman would have been even more turned on. She didn't necessarily like the idea of being a neat little nuclear family unit, but having a man who wanted to take part in the childrens' lives was definitely a perk. Of course if it ended up that she got knocked up by some guy who wanted nothing to do with the pups she would be fine. Rikka was an independent woman and had no qualms with the notion of raising a litter on her own. She was confident in her abilities to be able to raise pups by herself. Still, it would be nice if the father had some presence in the kids' lives. Otherwise the pups could grow up feeling unwanted by one of their parents, and that wasn't any good. The Infernian desperately wanted to be a mother, but of course thoughts of motherhood were far from her mind right now. She was much more interested in the pleasurable act that, at times, resulted in those little miracles.



Things were heating up fast and the quicker they found a more suitable place the better. Hopefully wherever he could think of wasn't far away. She could feel the pressure mounting in his loins and was feeling similar effects herself; heat radiating insistently from her core. His combined scent and taste where completely intoxicating and in the best possible way. Rurik seemed like just the kind of man that she loved to be with. Her skilled tongue continued to tease his neck and collarbone while he thought of a place they might go. Rikka thought for a second on the two options presented and quickly made her decision. "The park sounds lovely," she said, playfully nipping at his ear. Pulling back she took his hand, eyes smoldering like hot coals. "Lead the way, good sir."

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LOOK I REPLY IN SEMI-TIMELY FASHION XD<


It didn't much matter to Rurik where this happened; he was rather hot and bothered already, and long-deprived as he was from his usual debauchery, he was rather eager to get going either way. Still, he was experienced enough to know that pushing at a woman usually only closed her off; he was mature enough to stifle boyish urges to circle around her and yap like a puppy or hump her leg, something horrific and embarrassing like that. But damned if he didn't want to. He rather felt like he was on fire, his skin still tingling from her touches.


She took her time to think about it, continuing to toy with him all the while. When she spoke and drew back, he gave her another appreciative look up and down, and licked his lips. “Mmm,” he murmured, shivering. “I think you mean to make me mad in meantime,” he said softly, grinning a playful smile at her. He looped his arm around her waist and drew her close, pausing for a moment to draw his teeth along her shoulder, drawing his hand up to cup her breast for a moment, just drawing a finger along her nipple before sliding his hand back down to her waist, leaving it handing by her side. “Right this way,” he said, flourishing his hand in the direction of the park before he began to saunter with his lovely catch in tow. What a lucky day.


It wasn't very far from the overgrown park. The lack of human care-tenders meant the wildlife had grown practically wild all around it, and it provided ample over from prying eyes—not that there were many, at this hour and in this rather desolate place. The silver-furred werewolf leaned forward to hold aside a few dead branches from the entrance to the park. The arched gateway had grown almost completely over; what had once been a ten-foot opening in the wall was now almost completely obscured with foliage, the wall obscured by thick olive-colored vines. Even though there were no leaves, the winter-dead land was completely overtaken with vegetation. “I think this place is pretty in springtime,” he mused, pausing to admire her choice of setting for a moment. There was no snow on the ground tonight, thankfully, and it was dry. There hadn't been precipitation in some time, and their wolfen coats provided more than enough warmth—plus, they'd be generating their own after not too long.


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Yay! Big Grin 300+



She was of a similar mindset at the moment, just wanting to get on with it and let the passion of the moment consume them both, but having chunks of concrete embedded in one's back wouldn't be any fun. Rikka wanted this to be as pleasurable as possible for both them and finding a more forgiving surface would undoubtedly make that happen. She wasn't a particularly competitive soul, but she was sure of her prowess in the arts of love and wanted to give the sailor an afternoon to remember. The build up might take longer than initially planned, but she would make sure that the release was wonderful and explosive. Besides, anticipation made everything feel that much better.



Her tail flicked back and forth playfully as he took in her form again, loving the feel of his hungry eyes. Rikka grinned back at him, her eyes sparkling in a mischievous light. "Only in the best way," she purred in a sultry tone. Oh yes, she loved this game. There was nothing better. As Rurik looped his arm around her and pulled her close a contented growl rumbled in her chest as his teeth found her shoulder and his hand found her breast. His brush against her nipple elicited a sharp intake of breath from her and then his hand retreated once more. As he pointed and began to lead the way to the park she gave him a sidelong glance. "I'm not the only tease around here," she said, tickling his side.



As soon as the park came into view she knew she had made the right choice. Even though it was winter and nothing was in bloom it was still a much nicer venue than some musty old building. She walked into the secluded park as he held some branches out of the way for her, her tail brushing along his leg as she walked past him. At his comment she nodded her head. "I can picture it now," she said with a smile. Perhaps, if she were lucky enough, the two of them could have a romp here when the park was in its prime as well. There had been enough of a lull in their attentions though and she was ready to jump back into the action. Walking up to him her hands found the fastenings of his pants and quickly undid them, pushing them down so they no longer hindered her access. Thin fingers brushed gently against his length while she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Mmmm, that's much better now, isn't it?" Why people wore clothes was beyond her, it was so much better to be free from any constraints.

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And wtf is this shit, a fast reply from Sie?!


The Russian werewolf grinned broadly at his companion, tilting his shaggy head to the side. “Sorry, couldn't help myself, tsvyeti,” he said, shivering at the tickle. He wasn't usually so ticklish, true, but he was a bit more sensitive than usual at the moment. He clutched Rikka close as they entered the park. She seemed to appreciate their surroundings as well, agreeing with his sentiments about springtime. The silver-furred Russian himself liked the springtime, of course—it was a very brief season in Sobirat'sya, full of exploding greenery, rushing to get as much growing in as quickly as they could. Summer was short, too, and fall was little more than a brief transition between the warmth of summer and the deep, frigid cold of the long winter. Lucky for Ruri, winter was his favorite season.


His reminiscing over the seasons was short-lived, though, and he soon found that Rikka's hands were on him again, undoing the worn buckle of his belt. The button of the jeans had long ago fallen off, and now only the leathery belt held them up, so Rikka didn't have to work very hard, and in a moment Rurik was naked in the park, his tail giving a few shivers of stretching, happy to be totally free. Of course, that wasn't the only thing happy to be freed from the confines of his pants, and with Rikka's touch the Russian's manhood stiffened once more. The more intelligent processing parts of his brain were shut down at that first touch, and a pleased, almost sloppy look came to his face, a very soft moan beginning in the back of his throat.


Drawing his hand down her arm, he took gentle hold on her hand and tugged her gently downward, intending to hold her in his one arm (up off of the ground, of course) and touch her with the other. He certainly enjoyed her taking control of the situation, but he was here to please her first and foremost—and such a task was not one Rurik would easily abandon. She was beautiful, her body was positively potable; Rurik simply wanted to drink her up.


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zomgs :o 300+



Rikka grinned right back at him, the tip of her tail flicking quickly from side to side. "You'll only have to apologize if you don't finish what you start." There wasn't anything wrong with teasing, as long as it wasn't some kind of cruel joke. Some women liked to do that to men, she knew. Get them all revved up and then leave them hanging. It sounded just awful to her and she couldn't understand why anyone would do that to another person. She knew she certainly wouldn't be happy if someone got her all hot and bothered and then ran off before things were finished. Rurik didn't seem the type though, and so her words had just been another little poke, a little more verbal flirtation. Once again she realized how long it had been since she had got to let this part of her shine and it felt so good. Such a freeing experience, it made her feel like she was back in the commune again.



Now that his pants were off things were exactly how she liked them. Out in the beauty of Mother Nature, free from the confines of left over human raiment. As she felt his flesh harden beneath her fingertips her smile curled higher once again as she breathed in the fresh air. This was Rikka's element, and she had missed it sorely. She leaned forward and lightly nibbled on his neck, feeling the vibrations of his moan through her teeth. But she didn't have much time to administer to him before he was wanting to rearrange their positions. Intrigued, Rikka followed Rurik's hand and soon found herself reclining in one of his strong, muscular arms. She wrapped her own arms around his broad chest, fingers caressing his back and chest. He was so damn handsome. Of all the treasures she had found in the city so far, he was definitely the best.

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I feel I have made enough timely replies to the thread to stop commenting about them. After this of course. XD Also minor powerplay, if not okay lemme know? :3 ((508))


Rurik had never had the experience of, ah, siniy yajtza as they called it back home, and he hoped he never would—he only undertook sexual adventures he was willing to finish off. He could only understand darting off if one's partner suddenly did something ridiculously gross or frightening—like pulling a knife or some unfathomable fetish. Rurik was rather into plain old vanilla sex—he didn't mind a little bit of kink here and there, but he was generally straight-laced, and he didn't seek it out. If a woman presented him with an interesitng proposition, of course, he would generally consider it, but some things were just beyond him, of course. Everyone had limits, and while Rurik's weren't particularly well-defined or even entirely strict, he had them, of course.


This, however, was well within reason for the silver-furred werewolf; the feeling of her teeth against his neck once more goaded him to move a bit faster. Now one of his strong arms was wrapped around her, supporting her weight easily; she was a dainty little thing tucked in the crook of the silver-furred man's arm, her warmth and weight leaning against his chest. His eyes and free hand both roving over her body, his fingers drawing over her flat stomach, tracing gently downward. There was no need to be garrulous now; the silver-furred werewolf was intent on his woman's pleasure.


His claws were of course retracted as he caressed her warmth, drawing his fingers lightly between her legs. He bent his head down to rub his nose along the side of her muzzle and her cheek, gently drawing his teeth along the side of her neck once, careful to keep from hurting her. All the while his fingers worked at her lower parts, gently rubbing and sliding along her folds to elicit a reaction from her. He kept at this for a few moments, eventually pulling his lips back from her neck so he might gaze on her body as she squirmed beneath his touch. He loved to watch and gauge a woman's pleasure; this was how he knew best where to touch and how, and learn what each different one enjoyed. Certainly, they were each unique in their likes and dislikes, and in order to best love them, he had to learn those things.


He could barely stand to wait a moment longer; he withdrew his hand and shifted her in his arms, straightening her up for a moment so he might lean back onto the ground himself and pull her on top of him. He didn't want her to have to lay on the cold ground, and he didn't think his pants would provide an adequate cover for her to lay on—they had no other fabrics, anyway. In time, Rurik would certainly understand that Rikka didn't have qualms about romping around in the grass with him. For now, though, his concentration was on being a gentleman, and most of the girls he'd been with didn't particularly like cold ground in the middle of winter.

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